“Ding! God-Making System activated. Task One: take the stage and sing, reward: master-level singing skills. Task Two: refuse the invitation, reward: 100,000 yuan in cash.” Zhao Chang’an chose the first task. He was a transmigrator, but after more than twenty years, he was still broke. A gold-digger had just humiliated him in public, saying, “A good-for-nothing is always a good-for-nothing,” and a rich second-generation heir had just stolen the girl he had pursued for two years right in front of him. The giant screen overhead was still scrolling when his number was drawn. The queen of pop, Zhang Ruixue, invited him to sing a duet with her. With his back to the audience, he pulled out a USB drive. “I want to sing one of my own songs.” The opening notes of “The Moon Is to Blame” rang out, and one line made him a legend. Tens of thousands in the crowd went from jeering to shouting his name. Then “Compendium of Materia Medica” came on, and his Chinese-style rap brought the venue to its feet. Zhang Ruixue announced in front of everyone, “Tonight, he belongs on this stage more than I do.” Meanwhile, Cao Min, who had just called him a “lazy fish,” stood outside the venue watching the video on her phone, frantically calling him. “Sorry, the user you are calling has blocked your number.”
It is not a purely entertainment article. It is similar to an entertainment article. It is written about urban high-powered military tactics. If you like to read purely entertainment articles, I do not recommend it. If you like to read urban strategic high-power articles, it is ok.
It feels like it's coming together so quickly. Overall it's pretty good.
Good-looking or good-looking, good-looking, good-looking, good-looking
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking, good-looking
A well-written novel by a composer and singer worth reading.
A very good novel! Come on, author